So the wind in the whole yard will kiss me.
Miss those ants who grow seven or eight feet.
They climbed into their hearts and rejoiced.
Occasionally hear the rain in the south.
I thought it was a spring message, so I would eavesdrop.
I want to find some land and seeds for them.
The thought of giving them an ocean of flowers
Life is fragmented.
Only by piecing it together can we know its gentle beauty.
Pearls and gold on the riverbed
Will be your blessing.
It has no feet or eyes.
But unusually bright.
Maybe bright pink flowers.
Inadvertently, my garden was full.
Smell the flowers before the first frost.
I love the mottled light after death.
Sparse
I deliberately caught a flying magpie.
Let it sing in the attic for a few nights.
In a romantic month.
We are all looking back on happiness.
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Central seat.